The days before that memorable kiss
We walked among cemeteries in the August fire
And scarcely an epitaph did we miss
Enduring the blaze of Apollo’s ire
Onward we skipped, o’er grass and stone
Pondering the lives these people had known
The clock struck noon, when we saw a statue white
Of lovers like us, with a hand in hand
Wings they had not, yet they seemed to fly
Earthbound, heads up, bravest face to the sky
The sight was unlike all others in the land
It will ever remain in my thoughts, day and night
Will we one day stand as tall as they,
Walking together, hand in hand?
Will we stand in stone to inspire you one day,
Wreathed in roses, hand in hand?